User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-9124274-20150402214737/@comment-26141072-20150405080703

The rest of the ship felt isolated from Rosebrush. The foxmaid could not hear anything from below over the rising wind, and she didn't bother looking down to see anything. She was already full; no food on her mind, and the less people ordering her around, the better. She gave a giggle.

Then she stopped.

She wasn't sure why she did exactly what she had been planning not to do for the past ten-fifteen minutes. Maybe it was because she was so used to and conditioned to. . . At any rate, she shouted it out, loud and clear. Too late to take it back.

"SHIP ON THE HORIZON!"